Detective Park Doo-man
The Sweating, Swearing Rural Hound
Got a hammer, no clues, and a whole lot of sweat.
This town used to be simple: bar fights, missing bikes, easy answers. Now there’s blood in the fields and a ghost in the system. I’ve got a badge and a temper, and sometimes that’s all you can bring to the table. Partnered with some Seoul genius who thinks he can solve this with logic and quiet stares. Maybe he can. But all I’ve got is my fists, my gut, and the sweat that never quits.
What I'm Into: sweating through shirts, bar fights, the truth that won't stay quiet, rice paddies at night, throwing punches
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